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| Just another night at work. [ open ]; -- Eve's Garden | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 29 2008, 05:48 PM (986 Views) | |
| . Martin Finnegan | Aug 20 2008, 11:27 PM Post #41 |
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"Alright, alright" Martin cranked in his raspy voice, "Way I see it, neither of these men have done a fucking thing to help me." A person like Martin Finnegan was far more interested in the happenings of Fort Frolic than whatever Andrew Ryan and Frank Fontaine had to say. He felt all the politics in Rapture was just hearsay, and such things didn't seem to affect him in the least. Sure, he had heard the talk about Fontaine's smuggling and the imminent war between him and Ryan, but who hadn't? And as long as the two men didn't ask him questions about his doings, he wouldn't ask them any about theirs. "I don't really care about whatever your little problem is" he continued apathetically, "but if you want to talk to Fontaine about it, I know someone you can talk to." Martin knew what the next question would be, so he just pressed on, uninterrupted. "There's this minx who lives downstairs from me in 'pollo apartments. Quiet enough sort, too bad I can't say the same for her dog." Martin Finnegan moved his hands from the counter into his lap, as he began to lose himself in thought. He stayed bent over near the couple, however. "Every so often, late at night, I hear them making racket downstairs. Few nights a week. Maybe two or three. Other night I was going down to head out, bumped into Fontaine on the stairs. He just looked at me, but the fellow didn't say a word. Saw 'em going into the misses' apartment. He was with three other men. One of 'em was some old geezer; gray hair. The other two were about your age. (He motioned to Edward) One of the two always stands guard by the door. As for what goes on down there, I couldn't tell ya. They're preparing for something though. And whatever it is, it's big." Martin grabbed a specialized Eve's Garden napkin off the counter, and pulled a pen from the pocket of his vest. He scrawled a quick note across it, and slid it over to Lillian and Edward. "If ya wanna talk to that Fontaine fellow in private, she's your best bet." Mushing his fingers through his curly hair, Martin began to turn in disgust at the new dancer who had just entered the floor. The chicken scratch on the napkin had read: E. Channing Apollo Square Residential Apartments Apartment 4B |
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| . Edward West | Aug 22 2008, 06:07 PM Post #42 |
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Eddie read the napkin quickly and then turned it so Lillan could get a look. A private meeting with Fontaine? Oh the possibilities. He wasn't about to explain to Lillian the reason behind his desire to meet with Fontaine in front of this fellow, and was grateful the man didn't ask. "Uh, thanks," he said with a nod. For once, Eddie didn't know what else to say. |
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| . Martin Finnegan | Aug 22 2008, 06:28 PM Post #43 |
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"Yeah..." Martin sighed almost hollowly, while still turned away from Edward and Lillian. Lighting up another Oxford Club cigarette, he quickly jerked back around to the couple. "Oh ya, by the way," the dingy man's lips began to curl, "If anyone asks...you didn't get that me." Leaning forward and killing the cigarette early in a glass Eve's Garden ashtray, Martin starred down and pointed at the napkin. "Like I said, these people mean less than nothing to me, but I'll be damned if I'm going to get caught up in what they're up to." Martin Finnegan turned his attention back to Lillian, and his empty glass. "Now, how about another round?" |
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| . Shadow Johnson | Sep 26 2008, 06:17 PM Post #44 |
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Nostalgia swept over Johnson as he walked through Fort Frolic. Other than Hephaestus and Point Prometheus this place was his greatest achievement in terms of security. And seeing as the other two places were filled with Ryan's goons this was the safest, for him at any rate. The hooting of the crowd at Eve's Garden could be heard everywhere in the Poseidon Plaza. He knew it was Jasmine on tonight from the security footage. Ryan had been paying alot more attention to her recently. Johnson was scared for her, but that wasn't why he was here. He felt a warm sense of security as the camera's spotlight lay to rest on him. He strode over to the bar in Eve's Garden. On crowded nights like this he didn't have to worry in there, at least until Ryan arrived. Sitting down on a stool next to Finnegan he looked around. Ryan was nowhere to be seen. He looked back at Finnegan, who was of particular interest to him. He had been acting very suspicously lately and in the footage it was hard not to notice his hostility towards Cohen, who was now making off with this new man, the one who had recently had surgery. Johnson quickly noted one of Sullivan's agents, he had met her before. There was also that man sitting on the other side of Finnegan, quite clearly a gambling addict on his down and out. You could tell so much about people from the places they go and the way they walk. He turned around to the barmaid. Another one of the poor show-girls here who could never outperform Jasmine. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty enough, just that she would never get Ryan's attention. He felt pity for the woman serving him. "I'll have..." He stopped. He was safe and it had been so long since he had tasted even a drop of the green fairy, a taste which reminded him of better times where his wits didn't need to be kept permanently sharp. He would have it again, just this once... "I'll have an absinthe please" He placed 50 dollars on the counter, far more than the drink was worth but since the last few machines he had hacked had had so much money he felt generous. "Keep the change." He didn't look around; He had seen the scene a thousand times before in those moments of boredom in his hiding-places. Life in Rapture was becoming predictable. But Johnson knew change was coming, the signs were obvious. There was going to be revolution and blood on the streets. He would have to think about where he fitted into it all. |
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| . Lillian Pike | Oct 30 2008, 11:37 PM Post #45 |
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Giving another smile to the whiskey-drinker, Lillian poured him another glass. She noted that the bottle in her hand was almost empty and she would have to go to the back to retrieve another soon. But not now, of course. Not when Martin was speaking about Fontaine. She hadn't realized how intently she had been listening until she noticed how clammy her palms had gotten in her gloves. Her eyes drifted from the napkin Martin had written on up to Eddie. Lillian always heard gossip and chatter in the Garden, but for some reason this seemed to be the juicest little exchange she had recalled in the recent months. Reaching over to where she had set the vodka earlier, Lillian pasted another grin on her face and refilled Martin Finnegan's glass. "Of course. And no, we definitely didn't hear any of this from you." After she topped it off and set the bottle back down, she shifted to the man who had just seated himself and watched as he set a fifty on the counter, mentioned absinthe and told her to keep the change. She felt a slight flush in her cheeks as she got him his drink and took the fifty -- quite hesitantly. That was a lot of money. "Thank you very much," she offered quietly, not knowing exactly what else to say. |
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| . Benjamin Casteel | Nov 10 2008, 12:44 AM Post #46 |
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Casteel watched Lillian with amusement as she prepared the drink orders and served them to the patrons. There was nothing particuarly funny or entertaining about this, but rather he simply found watching Lillian wait on customers interesting. He noticed the flush that filled her cheeks as she thanked the man for his tip--a generous one, no doubt--and unconciously pulled another cigarette from the pack of Oxford Clubs inside the inner-pocket of his suit jacket. Swiping a pack of matches from the bar, he lit the cigarette and continued his observation. The converstaion with the angry-looking man and the drunk fellow did not go unnoticed. In fact, it intrigued Casteel very much. He hadn't seen that look of pure immersion on Lillian's face since... Well, in a long time. When it seemed their conversation had ended, a smug smile wound its way across Casteel's face. Taking a quick drag off the Oxford Club, he snubbed it out and headed towards Lillian. This would be fun. |
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| . Lillian Pike | Dec 4 2008, 08:59 PM Post #47 |
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Lillian knew Benjamin was hovering over there at the end of the bar and now that he was moving towards where she stood, she turned her head to him and pushed he bangs from her face. "Hey there." Leaning forward, Lillian rested her elbows on the bar and rested her chin in her hands. She hadn't seen him in awhile -- well, she hadn't talked to him anyways. She had seen him wandering around Eve's Garden other nights, of course. This was one of his normal haunts. "How've you been, Casteel?" She was going to ask him if he wanted something, but figured she would ask him how he was first. Lillian knew he would get to a drink order sooner and later if he really wanted it. |
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| . Shadow Johnson | Jan 19 2009, 01:13 PM Post #48 |
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As he saw the satisfaction on the girl's face he felt the first flares of happiness he had done so in weeks, even months, although it may have been the potent spirit which he was sipping. During the many hours of labor and fear he had forgotten what it felt like. But alas, he could not be off of his guard and once again he looked around. He pulled out a small device covered in lights, turned a large dial and relaxed once more. The affairs of the people around him further soothed him. Ordinary people, living ordinary lives. Well, perhaps they weren't but at least they would return to a house at night, perhaps even a home if they were lucky enough to have such a haven. They might fear one or two people but at least they didn't have the two greatest powers in Rapture chasing them, at least they didn't have to constantly check who was on who's side. The drink was beginning to take hold of him and his worries once again slipped away. Tonight, he decided would be one of enjoyment and so he turned around to look at the show, before admitting once more to himself, there were better girls in Rapture than Jasmine, although with the growing problem of ADAM this was becoming less and less the case. Looking once more at the girl who had served him he realized how important it was that he released the truth and even more so that he lived until then. Too many innocents were at risk yet he could not trust his information to either of the two people with any power. Looking into his drink he spoke, again it was quickly and coherent, despite the liquor in his glass. "You should be up there, not her, her routine gets so tiring after a while..." He was then quick to add "Even for a non-regular." He looked up into the security camera overlooking the stage. Little did they know that one patron was never paying except this once. |
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